All Chapters of KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance): Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

"You're literally throwing him away, Diana. Don't you get it?" Pippa says, and for the first time ever, I'm seeing some seriousness in her eyes."You just told a man who flew across the country to find your mom a donor that you're done being a second option? So what option exactly have you been?"My shoulders slump with tiredness and I just shake my head. "You just don't get it, Pippa."“Of course I don't get it. So try me." She says, tying up her curls like she's bracing for a groundbreaking revelation."How would you feel if someone you love threw your clothes at you? How would you feel if they suddenly looked at you like you're some thief that broke into their home?"Saying the words over again gets me replaying that ugly image of him treating me like a thief and it gives me a physical pain in my heart. Every single time."Wait a minute." Pippa's eyes narrow. "He found out mid sex or what?""Yes, Pippa.""Oh shit. That's weird. So what did you want him to do then?"My face lifts ou

~~~DIANA~~~The cab slowly pulls up in front of our house—or Eden’s apartment, I should say. I suddenly feel this hard, unsettling feeling deep in my stomach. The place looks exactly the same. The white fence, the green mailbox, the little flower bushes the neighbors and I planted last spring before everything went to shit. It looks like a home, but it never was.I pull two ten-dollar bills from my purse and hand them to the driver. "Here. Please keep the change," I say. A little smile of relief hangs on my lips; having enough to actually leave a tip for people is something I’m still getting used to."Thanks, ma'am," he says, stuffing the cash into his pouch.I push the car door open, my purse hanging loosely on my shoulder. My heels click on the pavement as I take the last walk I’ll ever make in this neighborhood. It’s already 6:03 PM. My heart is racing wildly because I’m just hoping to God he’s not in there waiting for me. Pippa’s voice is still ringing in my head: Don’t go th

~~~DIANA~~~The tears from my eyes have already slid down into my ears, soaking into my hair as Eden drags aggressively at my pants. I try to kick him, jamming my knees upward, but his body is like a lead weight on top of me. He’s solid, sweaty, and he reeks of that cheap bar whiskey."GET OFF ME, YOU MONSTER!" I scream. The sound burns my throat, but he doesn't budge. He forces himself further between my laps. I press my thighs together till they’re actually hurting. His belt buckle is scratching deep into my skin, but I don’t give a fuck. I’d rather die right here than let him have one more second of me."You’re my wife!" he growls, his face inches from mine. "The law says I have rights to your body, Diana. Isn't that in the marriage contract.""Don’t you dare twist a legal marriage into sexual entitlement, Eden!" I scream back. My voice is cracking with sobs, but the defiance is starting to take over the fear."You fucking owe me!" He yanks at my top, trying to peel it over my he